Camp Verity had been shut for nineteen years. The cabins smelled like wet paper and the dock sagged under your feet. Mara set the recorder on a tree stump while Devon clipped on the mics and Priya filmed the dead waterfront of Signal Lake. "Episode one," Mara said. "Why does a whole town pretend this place never existed?" Then they noticed something weird. When Priya yelled across the water, the lake gave back no echo at all.

Mara decided to test the echo thing properly. She clapped, shouted, and banged a paddle on the dock. Nothing came back. "That's not normal," Devon said, checking his audio levels. The waveform showed their voices, then flat silence where the bounce should be. "Something here is eating sound," he whispered.

Mara found an old metal sign half-buried in mud: SWIM TEST AREA. Below it, someone had spray-painted three words: THEY STILL COUNT. "Count what?" she said. Devon pointed at the water. Tiny bubbles were rising in a perfect line, like footsteps walking out toward the middle.